I tried hard to love Elizabeth I (Channel 4, Thursday) because such work and effort had gone into it, but it was an uphill job. The opening scene, of a doctor examining our heroine’s vagina, was no doubt meant to be challenging and attention-grabbing, but it felt unnecessarily gynaecological. As Barry Humphries would have said, the doctor was just keeping his hand in.
The other problem is that we have seen so many depictions of these people and this era that they all echo round each other, with, for some reason, Blackadder the loudest.
The Duke of Anjou (Hugh Laurie with a comedy French accent): I muzz ask you ziss; are you minded to tek me as a ‘usban’, in all seriousness?
Or the Duke of Leicester (Rowan Atkinson, I expect): It would appear that the people have little stomach for this marriage.
Elizabeth: The Queen has little stomach for the people!
Why did I suddenly imagine her throwing up on her loyal subjects? It’s an impossible task for writers: if you make your characters speak as they actually did at the time, nobody would understand them; if you update the dialogue in the manner of Andrew Davies (‘Burleigh, I want you to roll out best practice in cross-cutting government — and don’t hang about!’), you’re in danger of sounding silly.
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